A favourite quote and a way by which to approach life.

Today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.

Thursday, 29 October 2009

Broken

Everything's been a bit broken round here lately, which is partly why I haven't been around for ages, because amongst other things my internet connection decided to die. It's back now (obviously) and so am I ... except that I'm on the cusp of a hospital admission :o( In fact my consultant wanted me in today from clinic, but I couldn't because I was looking after my dad today, so as a temporary measure the Dr H put my prednisolone up to 150mg!!! I'll be going in tomorrow ... provided I don't splat completely in the night. W is on night-watch - bless her, she's wonderful - and will either take me up to the hospital tomorrow or follow me to A&E if I end up there through the night, which I'm hoping I won't. I don't think I will, but I've been wrong before, as we all know.

Actually, before I go up to the hospital tomorrow I have to go to a GP appointment because I've been breaking in ways other than my lungs and my blood results came back today. It's all a bit long to give a blow-by-blow account, but to say that I've been passing out/nearly passing out rather a lot and have had various other random symptoms. After a series of appointments and blood tests it turns out that my anaemia has got worse again and that my ferritin levels are low, although the receptionist didn't tell me how low. Anyway, I have to go for an 'urgent' appointment tomorrow morning, which means that there's a slight risk that the GP will be freaked out by my lack of ability in the breathing department and will want to send me to A&E before I get a chance to get up to Freeman. I'm hoping not, and the fact that my consultant is expecting me to call should help prevent the risk of despatch to the General Hospital where A&E is. Let's hope that the GP trusts me to get myself sorted with my lungs and that she can sort me out with regards the anaemia and low ferritin. The problem, as we discovered before, is that there doesn't seem to be any preparation of iron supplement available that doesn't contain something that I'm not allergic to (are there too many negatives in that sentence for it to make sense?), and the pharmacist suggested that the only solution might be to see if it's possible to have a preparation made up especially for me, but this would cost £70 - £100 a time and so would probably require PCT funding. I suspect that's a long and complicated process, but I can't keep on passing out and collapsing in a heap so something's going to have to be done.

So that's a quick update from a slightly broken person who had a broken internet, but who now has a mended internet and is hoping to get mended herself very soon.

I'll be back soon with more of an update, more info and hopefully more breath.

2 comments:

living_with_ba said...

I hope all goes well for you in hosptail and with the passing out stuff...hope you don't go splat at home and make it to the Freeman in time...Good luck and I'll be thinking of you!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Thinking of you.